Morphed into a Plenary

On the nineteenth of November I wrote that I had left the day before at 330 and got the bike before heading to Berkeley.  I climbed to Mulford and parked and sat in a classroom.  The talk was about dengue.  Afterwards I walked around looking at posters before sitting through a few more sessions.

I sat with colleagues and afterwards introduced myself to a well known academic.  Later I was introduced to someone I needed to meet.  I suggested we meet sometime.  I talked to a few others before returning to the presentations, which had morphed into a plenary of six groups with one question at the end (mine).

I got the guys to meet up at Jupiter with a group moderator.  I fed them pizza and we talked shop.  A couple of us went to Civic Center after that and then I rode to my friend’s place where I had some great conversation and watched an episode of Dr Who.

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Boneshaker

On the fifteenth of November I wrote that I finished typing and told my freind i was headed to her house.  I organized my bikes and got my extra jacket.  I rode to Judah thinking I needed to fill the Trucker’s tires.  I caught an N shuttle and rode to 9th from where I rode my bike.  I brought my bike in and she was making spaghetti squash and finishing preparations for the Tweed Ride.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 830 and around 1030.  I met my friend at Patricia’s Green.  She was with the previous years prize winners.  I started talking to a participant about his boneshaker.  An acquaintance came by and I introduced them to each other.  A lot of people showed up around then.  I listed out a few people in my mind but had a hard time remembering names.

We rode to Grove and I noted that a few people hadn’t arrived.  We rode to Polk then.  I noted that some stragglers had had trouble but we had made it to Polk and Post.  Two people sent me messages and that caused me no end of troubles.

We topped out at Leavenworth and descended to Union Square and made it through to Market--one of the participants and I stopped traffic at Post and Kearny using these signs that my friend had made.  She did some dangerous stuff on Post using them and I told her that I would take care of those things while sweeping.

On Market one of the photographers pointed out that a participant had a popped tire and I tried to help them with it but was not quite successful.  That was when several of the stragglers showed up.  the participant sent the group of us to the next stop-- the Market Street Railway Museum-- and said he would see us soon.  When we arrived at the plaza I fretted about it until I noted that his friends had retrieved him.

My friend and another person had parked in a funny place.  The group went to do the museum tour.  I had tea with one of the previous year’s prize winners and shot the breeze with an organizer until my friend went across the way to the Ferry Building to meet some others.  Later I watched the bikes with some acquaintances.

When my friend returned we went to pier 14 to take a group photo.  I was worried about the bikes but some lady was there watching.  I left a bit early to go ride the Embarcadero and rode slowly until the leadership took over.  I talked to acquaintances as we rode around AT&T park and I got to know a few others.  We passed through Willie Mays and then headed down Townsend.  Later we went all the way around showplace circle and I occupied as much space as possible--even walking at times-- to send the message to motorists on 13th.  There were a few cops and even an ambulance in a couple of places as we crossed from the protected lanes and headed up Harrison.

We went to twenty-second and I stopped a couple of times to stay with people when they had troubles.  In one place a motorcyclist yelled at a guy.  I followed in the back for a few blocks but headed to the front when my friend took over as sweep.

My piano playing freidn had been inside trying to make the piano work but the bartender nixed the idea.  Others were waiting at the bar as well.  I bought a few of us a toast and then we all got to know each other.  I even tried to give one of the photographers a tweed jacket.

After I had a sandwich I saw the MC Sandra and she bought me and my friend a drink.  They went to the podium.  Later I stepped out for a breather as the room had become pretty loud with clapping and stood with a new acquaintance when I came back in.  I gave the winners a hug and then hung out with the photographer.

I ended up standing with the boneshaker for a while and then went back inside to stand with the photographer for a bit.  Later I took photos of with the ladies.  As the afternoon died down I sat with my riding partner and buddy drinking beer beer.  When the last couple was getting ready to go my friend and I them to Octavia.  I had a bag on my arm and that was really cumbersome but the rest of the ride was alright.

Back at my friend’s place I wrote up the day's experience and then we got the bikes and went to Winterfest.  At the valet on Mission there was a band playing and the leader had been on the Tweed Ride.  He waved at us.

We dropped our bikes and went inside.  One canvasser was at the door and warned us about the board vote.  We saw a Tweed Ride person as we entered.  I got a new membership and we dropped our coats off.  We said hi to the art curators and got a small meal.  We had sat next to a lady my friend knew from Tango.  After that we went to get beers and made pictures.  We caught people I knew from the Tweed ride and the bike valet there.

We were trying to look at the art displays but kept bumping into people that we knew.  We formed a Tweed knot for a while and I talked to a valet on break.  Eventually, we crossed the floor interacting with more people until we were able to look at the art curator’s piece of Cesar Chavez.  That was where we bumped into other friends.

When the announcements began I fell into a conversation with a teacher I knew and I told him I would email him.  We had another drink then and started to leave but bumped into a freind who I gave my last nickel to.

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Who and Blazing Saddles

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I had breakfast and went to Patricia’s Green with my friend for coffee.  Her riding partner met us there.  We rode to Polk and Post.  Just past Union square our companion got a flat.  We walked to the Embarcadero but neither of the rental shops would help us.

She went to Huckelberry because her husband wouldn’t come down to help.  My friend and I followed her.  I asked about Bromptons and then we went to Equator and had some coffee.  On the way back we talked to the owner of Warm Planet.  When the tire had been fixed we got the bikes and headed to the Market Street Rail Museum.  The girls talked about photos but remained undecided.

From there we looked at Pier 14 and then rode to Anchor’s beer garden where I had a portobello mushroom and our companion told us about leaving groceries in the wrong car.  We discussed the Edwardian Ball.

We arrived at Homestead after riding Townsend and inspecting the turn to Harrison from Duboce.  The girls went to the thrift store and I went to the apartment to get the videos and saw my friend’s roommate.  I climbed up the Wiggle then and took Page and Lincoln to the video store.  There was a crowd around a meter in front and some lady seemed to be fixing a parking ticket for what seemed to be a family.  They were there the whole time I was dropping the movies.  I got a Dr. Who and Blazing Saddles.

I rode down Irving and went to the bank.  I also saw an acquaintance at 40th and we talked as we rode.  At home I sat with mom for a bit.  I was downstairs when she came down later to show me my brothers boyhood tweed outfit.

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Fruitcake and had Whiskey

On the eighth of November I wrote that I snuck out of the office at 3:30 and at the station the train was late.  My friend and I talked on the phone. I got the bike went to my friend’s house where I ate brussels sprouts and quinoa until we realized we were late for Bike Party.  

We rode to Showplace Square and AT&T Park but discovered that was not the start location.  So we rode around to Embarcadero where we found Organizers.  Some girl told us she knew who we were because I had posted a ride to Facebook and we were wearing outfits.  We saw acquaintances along the way to Showplace Triangle and when we arrived I saw even more. We passed out flyers to friends and met some new people, which was a breath of fresh air.

The ride went to Heron’s Head Park and I got lost.  I saw more organizers with the tamale lady.  After that I found my friend with the group and we hung out only long enough for the sweep to arrive.  Though I thought I knew a better way, we rode back to Illinois with others and took Chavez to Hampshire.  After we separated I went to Duboce with my friend.

The next day I was up around 7:45 but had wanted to leave at 8:30.  I met my friend and though we contemplated Equator Coffee went to West Oakland and rode up Mandela instead.  We took 40th - which my friend loved - to a clothing shop where we dropped off flyers.  Then we continued up Shafter to Rockridge.  I locked up the bikes while my friend went to order coffee and when I caught up to her again she had found her acquaintance and her family.  A moment later I bumped into another person I knew who told me to give her old work a flyer.

It was about 11 when we rode to Temescal and beyond.  I came to realize that Moraga Boulevard might have been the better route through there.  We stopped at Peet’s and I had coffee.  We watched the cars and rested.  Then we climbed to the path and up to Snake to catch our breath and continued up Shepherd Canyon.  We calculated that we were halfway but we would later learn that this was wrong.

At Banning we rode up the hill and had to quit at Moore.  We stood in front of an empty but palatial home and commiserated over contentious issues.  I remember contemplating my silhouette around then.  We walked to Evergreen and decided to take it easy on our way to Skyline.  We quickly made it to Pinehurst and took a break to catch our breath.

We ate fruitcake and had whiskey.  A bit later we got some people to take our picture before descending to the Horseshoe bend for photos and continued on to Eastport.  We walked up the trail there and I tried to see the power lines but they were occluded.  My friend took a picture of a lot of ladybugs.  We continued on to Canyon Station where we took a picture of the little library.

We rode on past the school and a bunch of cars passed us there but I recall a real moment of bliss there.  We continued through the intersection to San Leandro Creek and after a few cars passed we got on the trail to Moraga.  We passed a few people on our way through the Saint Mary's area and then descended when I started to think about how to get to the reservoir.

We followed School Road to Mount Diablo Boulevard.  I noted that there were a lot of signs as we climbed a crazy trail to the dam where we finished most of the snacks.  We then tried to go beyond the boat house but were turned back by a park employee so we returned to Mount Diablo Boulevard and took Moraga Boulevard and the trail appeared.  We took it through the river park and went to Olympic.  We then headed up Newell and I noted that the mountain on the right was huge.

At Locust we entered Walnut Creek.  I couldn’t find Rivendell and we just went to Pyramid instead.  We found a seat with the bikes out back and I went to the bar for cider.  My friend ordered fries.  I walked the neighborhood after the bartender gave me Golden Gate Cider.  We ate fries and checked the BART schedule before going to Rivendell and on the way to the station.  While we were there some lady discovered that she was on the wrong platform but we never found out what happened to her because the trains arrived at the same time.  

At 12th the bus didn’t have room so we found another bus which had only one berth.  I returned to the previous bus and found room on the next one.  I discovered that I had my friend’s phone in my pocket.  When I got to Santa Clara Avenue we paid my friend’s sister a visit.  The brother-in-law was in the yard and let us in.  His kid was in his swing set in the hall.  I got to play with the cat in the living room then and I went to bed around 1130.

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An Undead Couple

On November 1st I wrote I had worn a king’s outfit for Halloween the night before.  I had just finished writing and went to the living room.  My buddy had just purchased used bike.  We took pictures and walked to Church Street where we discovered that the J was coming so we ran.  My friend’s shoes weren’t the best for that but we made it.  She tagged me in.  I looked ridiculous riding the train in a king’s costume. Someone called my buddy Kurt Cobain.  We all had fernet in our goblets.  Someone took a polaroid photograph of my friend before we got to 22nd street and climbed to the Halloween party.

We presented ourselves to the host and hostess and entered the kitchen.  The fashionistas were in the futon room. In the kitchen we talked to the host, who was wearing a fez. I made a drink and we ate pizza in the living room. I had a snack of one of my tarts and I got a plate for my friend.  We then went in back to use the photo booth. I got to see some people dressed as Daleks from Dr. Who.

We stood there for a bit with lady and the three of us went to the kitchen. I interacted with Bike Party people.  Later more showed up with their girlfriends.  Meanwhile several of us followed the host outside and looked at his pumpkin.  We met a cat.  Later we watched Big Trouble in Little China and then Rocky Horror.  We saw a couple with roller coaster themed costumes complete with sound in the living room then and in the backyard I took a new photo with Things One and Two and an undead couple.  They offered us Jello shots which went well with our weak drinks.

As the night progressed several of us made plans to attend a test ride on Sunday.  That was around when my friend and I followed the undead couple and Thing One and Two to Church and hopped a J to Market street where we took pictures at whole foods of our royal outfits before sitting down to watch some Doctor Who.

I had grits and coffee the next morning with my friend before going to have a cup of coffee at Blue Bottle.  Then we met the test ride in the Green and I noted that several people flaked.  We followed the route to the Market Street Railway museum where we stopped to catch our breath.  I noted that the girls went to talk to the curator. I asked him about the photo sharing group.

Later we stopped at the Ferry Building before heading out to the Giant's street food spot and onward towards Homestead Bar.  We split up there but a few of us chatted and wrote up notes on the ride. We also paid to rent the party room and looked into entertainment.  After a short while we rode to Valencia and said bye to each other.

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Town and the Fabric

On October 31st I wrote that on the Friday before I got a ride to San Carlos and walked the town.  Later I rode Caltrain with a coworker to Millbrae and got the bike.  I stopped at the bank and met my friend for dinner about an hour later. She had been at a BBQ but hadn’t eaten anyting. She told me that she was waiting for a Craiglist contact to call.  We had a drink and then I went to the film archive to meet my riding partner.

I had a beer and saw some shorts and some trailers. Later I went to the front to let my friend in.  She decided to come to the show because the Craigslist person had flaked.  Later the three of us sat together during the end of the show.  Afterwards we walked to Valencia and we all went home.  My friend had to tidy up because of the craigslist person.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I hung out with my friend in her living room and then we had breakfast. I had to run to the corner store for half and half.  that was when her roommate walked in.  We started making a list and while at first all of our attention was on my Holoween costume we eventually figured out the rest of the weekend.  That was around when we broke the bed down because some guy came by to pick it up just a short while later.

We went to Builders Supply then and bought a charger for the drill, some chain and a couple of tools. Then we went to rainbow and some groceries and an extra bag because we had to stop by Thrift Town and the fabric store.  that was where I bought a clasp and some shoes for my costume.  After that we stopped at 4 barrel and then went to my friend’s place where she tied my crown up.  After that I made tarts and left her to tidy the house a bit.

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Writing Me a Ticket

On the twenty-ninth of October I wrote that I had left the day before at 330.  I couldn’t do the next thing on my list of things without missing the train home.  SOme coworkers passed me and when I got to the Holly crossing I saw a sheriff's car waiting to enter the intersection at Skyway.  When he passed me he looked at my lane position.  I waited in the turn lane behind him.

When I followed him to the next street he stopped and I knew he wanted to detain me.  I went over to the sidewalk and that was where he approached me saying, “Hold on let me park.”  There he told me that if I admitted to doing something wrong he wouldn’t give me a ticket.  I told him I hadn’t done anything wrong.

While he was writing me a ticket I told him that I had been following the sharrows in the road.  He didn’t seem to care.  I told him that I knew how the police in San Mateo County felt about cyclists.  He kept telling me he was concerned for my safety.  I recited the law to him and he seemed to think I was supporting his assertion.

I went to the station then and learned that I had missed my train.  Some girl offered me an Altoid.  I called a friend for support and we agreed to meet for a drink.  In the meantime some coworkers had arrived at the station.  They told me to take the shuttle next time.

I noted that the trains were strangely ordered.  I went all the way to my friend’s place and tried to be pleasant.  I put some mood music on. We talked about outfit for Halloween and how to make pillows over drank whiskey.  Her roommate came in then and I left them alone.  Later we walked to SOMA to have sandwiches at Willows.  Back at her place we watched Dr. Who.  I went to bed before 11.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 620 and went to DC BART and had just enough time to lock the bike and get a paper.  I hurt my leg on my bike.  I went to SBr and got a coffee.  I noticed on the way to SBr CT that there was a news vendor.  I took the shuttle from SCar with the coworkers.

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The Movie Blazing Saddles

I braved the freeway and then waited for the train under the tracks.  The announcement was early as normal.I learned that that train goes to Mib and the next SBr.  I went to 16th and yelled at a driver on Valencia.

Later I stopped by my freind’s house and she had just arrived.  She had gone running but I had not.  I sat in the kitchen drinking wine, recounting the movie Blazing Saddles while she prepared dinner.  Her old coworker came in and we settled in for the meal.  She told us about her friend in Petaluma and then I talked about work.

I realized too late that my attitude was terrible but those girls are is forgiving so I was lucky.  One had given me a crown but it was a party favor so after dinner I walked up to Haight and got a crown and cape.  I noted that I still needed a scepter and leggings.  My walk back was interesting with lots of looks because of the outfit.  I noted that there had been a fire across from Whole Foods and the moon was huge.

When I got back there was one more lady in - my riding partner’s wife.  I showed everyone my outfit and later complimented the cookies before starting the dishes.  Apparently my riding buddy and I shouldn’t have gone to the happy hour on Friday.  The last lady of the evening- my friend’s dancing buddy had just come in at this point. I had another taco to see if she wanted anything to eat but began putting things away anyway.

My friend had started a few months before a thing called mending mondays and the ladies that come are a good cross section of the people in our lives.  One needed to fix a bag, another was working on curtains and the last had a dress to mend.  My friend had been fixing the costume she was going to wear on Halloween.

I made a joke about being intimidated by the ladies and all of them weighed in on that so I went back to drying the dishes.  Later they all started to leave and I gave out high fives before saying bye to everyone.  My friend and I and watched an episode of Dr Who.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 630.  I had to get a paper and my bag fell off.  Some guy picked it up and I was nonplussed.  There was a new vendor at SBr where I got coffee.  The attendant thought I was her regular.  I tried walking to the next station but got nervous.  However, there is scope to walk.

At SCar there were many of the same people.  The bus driver blocked an intersection and I noted that the commute.org bus had made it to the office first.  I asked around about it but got no answers.

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The Movie Got Weird

On the twenty-sixth of October I wrote that my friend and I watched an episode of Dr. Who and put Casino Royale on.  The movie was good at first and I thought Peter Sellers was marvelous.    I also didn’t realize Orson Welles and Woody Allen were in it.  Unfortunately the movie got weird and then terrible later.  I went to bed around 1245.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I noted that I knew with certainty when and where my train would arrive and what to do.  I was a bit late.  I got change at Starbucks in San Bruno but I discovered that there was no newspaper.  I decided that I needed to start looking in the Mission for it.  At SCar I caught a bus and was able to beat the commute.org bus to the office.  Only one car passed me on the way.

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I Decided to Record

On the twenty-fifth of October I wrote that I was dead set on going out the night before.  I wanted to got to the bank and to then stop by 9th and drop a video off but I sat watching TV until around 1130 and went to bed.

I was up at around 630 and left for Java around 830.  I saw dad in the patio while I was greasing my chain.  He was headed to the mission.  I sat reading the paper at the cafe until around 10 and rode home to be alone for a while, type and write.  I had wanted to do bike things and go to the bank then too but decided to put that off.

Later mom asked me to move some stuff around in the basement so I did that and later I had a meal upstairs with her.  I told her that I needed forty blog posts with a thing each pertaining to my life.  Later she revealed several things to me about her web accounts that I decided to record.

Most pressing was her Flickr account which she had had for about three years.  She said that she had had trouble getting into it.  I told her she should just resort to the “forgot” link and follow the directions.  She told me that the last time that she had signed in to her blog was a while ago.  Finally I noted that a lot of things needed to be done for Facebook.

After our talk I went down to do my typing and that was when my sister came in with the kids.  I had to do some more laundry and then filling too.  I called my friend.

Later I wrote that I finished typing and went up and helped mom with her blog.  It took a while and I had to have her focus on how to bring up the apps.  My neice had her come downstairs to look at her (mys sister’s) pumpkin creation.  I checked the laundry and then made to leave.  I grabbed the video.  I also found the BIkes to Books map but had to leave it home.  I rode to Swell and bought a tire that made me forget to go to the bank and video store.  Later I sat near the waterfall and catch my breath.

At my friend’s we had a drink and caught up.  I told her about the weekend.  She told me about the horrible infrastructure in Santa Rosa and being around her family.  Then showed me the loot she had brought back from the garage sale.  As a young woman she had fallen in love with a box of buttons and lace which her mom had given her.

We discussed all of this over the soup and cornbread until I had changed my tire and headed to the video store and bank.  Upon leaving the house I discovered that I had left my back break off but I didn’t fix it immediately.  I climbed up through Golden Gate Park and over to 9th.  I got Dr. Who and Casino Royale.  The Cashier didn’t seem very friendly.  I almost forgot to go to the bank but my friend had asked me to stop at the store and that reminded me.

I got the bike and discovered once again that I needed to fix my break.  Back at my friend’s we sat down and watched an episode of Dr. Who.

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The Famous Web Cartographer

On the twenty-fourth of October I wrote that I got off of work at 430 and was really tired.  I saw a cyclist get a ticket after I took a left off of Holly.  I had to catch the train to San Bruno and once I made it to BART I had missed the Pittsburgh train.  I was angry and frustrated but later conceded that there was no reason for it.  My friend texted to say it was my commute but I thought it was stress.

My riding partner texted me and I met him at Telegraph for #BAUHH.  We talked for a bit and I caught a view of the organizer and almost immediately saw a few people I would later recognize via Twitter.  One of my Acquaintances approached us after we had relocated and my buddy showed up pretty soon after that.  I was surprised when a couple of from the south bay as well as the famous web cartographer appeared.

When my riding partner wanted to go I followed him to BART.  My buddy had disappeared but texted that he would meet us at Latin American Club.  I guessed that he was on the next train because he came in right after we made our way through the packed room to the bar.  We only lasted a little bit before we decided to quit.

I caught a 48 to the top of the hill and then rode the usual route and noted as I recalled the ride that I hadn’t analyzed the experience until I sat down to write it out.  Essentially, I was only able to recall the trip in aggregate.  I rode Garcia and Kenilworth to Taraval before taking 27th to Santiago. I remembered too that I had missed 33rd and took 34th instead.

In retrospect the ride was especially dangerous not because I was impaired but because I was wasn’t particularly present when I made the memories.  I noted that what I had termed “lazy memory” wasn't a good way to ride a bike.  When I got home I tried to review my tweets but decided to go to bed.  It was around midnight.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I got up around 10 despite my hangover.  After a moment in my room I discovered that I was alone when I went up to talk to the parents.  I grabbed my coffee cup and bike and headed to Swell where I bought myself a new peg for my pants to replace the one I had lost the night before.

I was bummed that I had taken too long but found myself at Central Coffee only a short time later.  I caught some sights there and then headed to Brannan and up to South Park.  I was there to meet the Twitter crowd for the Bikes to Books ride.  I saw a lot of people but only one-- I had met him at #BAUHH-- was recognizable.  Later I deliberately told myself to remember the organizer and ride sweep.

We took a while to get to know Jack London and then headed over to Anne to talk about Ambrose Bierce.  From there we went to the Pyramid and looked at Mark Twain, climbed above the Stockton Tunnel to discuss Daschle Hammett, passed Isadora Duncan Alley and had a talk on Polk Street on the block of Tracy named for Norris.   After that we had a short break at the Wharf to look at Dana Jr. street.  I got a cup of coffee there.

Later we went to Bob Kaufman street and I thought it was interesting that I had practically lived there with an old friend for about six months.  After that we visited two streets nearby and finally stopped at Visuvio to discuss the intricacies of our experiences.  I noted that some people I knew well were working behind the counter.  I also got to know all the ride’s participants better and bought a map.

I caught a one after that and rode it with my bike to Arguello.  During the ride my friend texted me to say that she had sold a bunch of garage sale stuff that day.  I rode home after that and noted that my buddy was really interested in my Concord even though I wasn’t certain it was very good.

At home I ate dinner with mom and dad and the discussion was as dysfunctional as normal.  Later I sat and talked with mom.  I went downstairs and sat alone for a while before starting to write.

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